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My Secret Wife Is A Top Hacker

My Secret Wife Is A Top Hacker

I was Z, the world's most lethal hacker. But after I died, I woke up gasping for air in a massive, freezing bathtub. Memories that didn't belong to me slammed into my brain. I was trapped in the body of Zero Vance, a notorious "trashy young master" of a wealthy family, who was actually a girl hiding in plain sight. The original owner of this body was a pathetic, lovesick stalker obsessed with an esports god named Maverick Thorne. She wore ridiculous rainbow hair and cheap makeup, sending him thousands of desperate, unread texts every single day. When he completely ignored her, she became the ultimate laughingstock. Bullies at her elite academy spray-painted "freak" on her locker, shoved her around, and her own family looked at her with exhausted disappointment. Unable to take the endless humiliation and his cold rejection, she swallowed a bottle of pills and slipped into the icy water. Looking at the ruined, tear-stained reflection in the mirror, physiological disgust washed over me. Why would anyone throw their life away for an arrogant, frozen block of ice? I grabbed the grooming scissors and sheared off the neon hair until only a sharp, silver-blonde crop remained. I deleted his contact, blocked his number, and put on a perfectly tailored black suit. When the school's head cheerleader pointed a finger at my nose, warning me to stay away from Maverick, I snapped it backward. "I have zero interest in Maverick Thorne." I am alive. And as the new Zero, I am going to take everything back.
The Villain's Diamond

The Villain's Diamond

"Separate bedrooms? Fine," Dante whispered, his face so close she could feel his breath. "But don't mistake my patience for weakness, Elena. You are signing yourself to a villain. And once you enter my castle, you wear my mark." At twenty, Elena Rossi is the black sheep of a failing mafia empire. She doesn't want high-society glamour or arranged marriages; she only wants her freedom, her laptop, and to stay out of her family's dirty business. She is a genius hacker with a razor-sharp tongue and zero respect for authority. But when her incompetent stepbrother loses a fifty-million-dollar shipment belonging to the underworld's most feared tyrant, Elena becomes the ultimate bargaining chip. At thirty-two, Dante Vitale is the cold, ruthless "Capo of Capos." He doesn't look for love-he looks for absolute submission. To settle an old blood debt and seize the remaining Rossi territories, he demands Elena as his contract bride for one single year. He expects a fragile, terrified girl he can easily break and lock away in his gilded cage to look pretty. He couldn't be more wrong. Trapped inside his heavily guarded estate, Elena refuses to bow. Armed with a brilliant, rebellious mind and elite hacking skills, she launches a silent, digital war to sabotage his empire from the inside out, turning his high-tech fortress into her personal playground. Dante responds with absolute authority, turning their forced marriage into a lethal, explosive game of psychological warfare. But the twelve-year age gap and mutual hatred only fuel a dangerous, suffocating physical chemistry. When a brutal internal coup threatens Dante's life, Elena's calculations fail her. She doesn't hesitate-she fights back and saves him, completely exposing her kickass talents to the man who rules her cage. Now, the game has changed. Dante no longer wants a pawn. He wants the brilliant, defiant wildfire ruling his heart. In a world where trust is a death sentence, can the ruthless villain handle the fire of the diamond he stole?
Pampered By The Possessive Wall Street Titan

Pampered By The Possessive Wall Street Titan

I was the real daughter of the Montgomery family, finally brought back from a Texas farm. But my parents treated me like a savage, giving all their love to my adopted sister, Heidi. On the night I ran away from my arranged wedding, I almost died. A razor-thin steel wire was strung across a blind curve, positioned perfectly to sever my head at ninety miles an hour. I managed to brake in time and pulled the dashcam footage, which clearly showed Heidi setting the trap and wanting the "farm trash" dead. But when I played the video for my family in the hospital, their reaction chilled me to the bone. My father didn't ask if I was hurt, only yelling at me for causing a scandal. My mother immediately shielded the crying Heidi, begging me to let it go because we were family. My eldest brother even threw a fifty-million-dollar contract in my face, demanding I sign an NDA to cover up Heidi's crime. In my past life, their blind favoritism allowed Heidi to lock me on a burning yacht, killing me and the only man who ever tried to save me. I never understood why my own blood would protect a fake, murderous daughter over me. Opening my eyes again, I was back on the night of the orchestrated crash. I looked at the hush money, and then at the ruthless Wall Street billionaire standing protectively by my side. "I'm not just going to ruin her reputation." "I'm going to take back the entire Montgomery Group."